"Move, bastards… I am gonna have a delightful conversation with her. No matter what sound you hear, no matter how many screams you hear, you bastards are not allowed to come in…" Yaso warned with a sinister grin curling across his lips.
His voice was heavy, carrying both authority and madness. The lackeys froze for a moment, then quickly bowed their heads. None dared to question his words. They already knew what kind of twisted pleasures their boss sought, and none wanted to be the one to provoke his rage.
The men dragged the unconscious Luman toward the far side of the base, tossing him carelessly like a sack of potatoes. His body hit the wooden floor with a dull thud, and he remained motionless.
Yaso turned back, shutting the creaky door with deliberate slowness. The heavy lock clanked shut, sealing the room. The dimly lit chamber smelled of damp wood and rot, a suffocating space that felt more like a dungeon than a room.
